Kirsten’s POV: He was staring at me, I could feel his eyes burn into the back of my head. But I continued to talk to Aaron, Ashh, and Brad. But where he was I bet he can only see Aaron. Because, I can barely see Ashh and Brad. I really wish they were up here. I haven’t talked to Aaron in a while, and that’s like a foreign concept for us. We used to be neighbors before he had to move to Lynnwood. Or was it Edmonds? Everett? What?! I’ve never been there! It’s by Seattle, I’ll just say that. And I never get to see Ashh anymore because he moved in with Brad and Brad lives in Port Townsend. Me and Aaron continued to talk while Ashh was fangirling because of Harry. Brad was trying to calm him down, but I know Brad enough to know he’s fangirling also. I laughed at Ashh’s fangirling face when I saw Aaron point awkwardly behind me. I looked, and Harry was like staring at me. His eyes were somehow trying to read my soul. Disturbing, right? “Do you mind?” I asked. He noticed I was looking back at him and quickly turned around. I looked back at the boys, Aaron was laughing and shaking his head, Ashh was like ‘da hell?’ and Brad was like ‘whoa bro, calm down’. I laughed at my best friend’s reactions. Especially Aaron’s. “Kirsten, talk to Harry” I heard. I sighed and turned around. “Hi Harry.” I said, full to the brim with anger. They make me talk to people? Ugh. Especially him? Right now? Ugh, life sucks. I hope he knows how much I hate him right now. “Hey, Kristina.” He said. “Kirsten.” I corrected, still very much angry. “Right, that’s what I said Christian.” “KIRSTEN!” I shouted at him, causing all the talking in the room to stop and everyone looked at me. Their judgmental glares were too much, so I just ran out. Hoping no one would follow me. “Kirsten!” I heard. Aaron. I slowed my steady footsteps to a halt. “Yes?” I asked, trying not to bring out my anger and humiliation out on him. “You used to love Harry. What happened?” He asked. Fuck. Sometimes I hate Aaron. He can always tell when something’s up. “He’s a cold hearted bitch.” I said coldly. “What did he do?” Anger washed over Aaron’s face. After I explained, his anger subsided but was back in the matter of milliseconds. “The nerve of some bitches.” He said, turning around, to look at the building I had just stormed out of. If you’re wondering, no, he doesn’t like me like that. If that makes him like me, that means he’s bi. Because he defends Ashh and Brad like that all the time. No, Aaron and I have been friends since I was a tomboy, ah the glorious 3rd grade. He’s helped me through everything, when my mom hung herself, my older brother Kelvin got stabbed, and my little sister Kayla was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. He’s just a really good friend. “Yeah.” I said. Okay, maybe I like him. But it’s not even that much.

Notes

Just so you know, the picture for Jessalyn is my cousin, Morgan. Well technically my cousin-in-law. Since she just married my cousin or Saturday. But also so you know, this is all a series of dreams so I know exactly what I'm doing. Hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!:)